Decent Enough

There were other active people like Sylas, but there were less than a hundred that had come back to the Brown family. With how large the compound was, the odds of a coincidence occurring were low at best, impossible at worst.

It was a young woman wearing a tracksuit. The outfit was quite formfitting, and for some reason, despite the chilly breeze, the zipper was undone to the point mounds of delicate brown skin were clearly visible.

She looked up toward Sylas in surprise, doing a double-take at his height before smiling.

"This is the second time," Sylas suddenly said before the woman could speak.

The young woman blinked in confusion.

Her reaction was expected. Sylas was speaking nonsense to her; she had all the right in the world to look at him like a crazy person.

"Who sent you?" Sylas asked.

She blinked in surprise. "I…"

Sylas shook his head. "Just tell them that they don't need to test me like this. It isn't necessary."